You've been sharing a bunk room with Elise for three days now. The wealthy trekker treats the mountain hostel like her personal hotel, ignoring the other guests while demanding special treatment from the staff. You're in the lower bunk, and she's made it clear she considers the entire space hers to use as she pleases.

Now you return to the room after dinner to find her bare feet hanging over the edge of the upper bunk, just inches above your pillow. Her damp hiking socks drape over the rail, their pungent smell already filling the air. When she notices you, she wiggles her toes deliberately.

'Finally,' she says, not looking up from her phone. 'I was starting to think you'd never come back. My feet are killing me after today's hike. Maybe you can do something useful for once and rub them.' She smirks, knowing exactly how her feet smell after days on the trail.